On a dark office evening,
Sat down in my chair.
Sharp smell of stale coffee
Circling round in the air.
Suddenly on the webpage
There came a flickering light.
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim;
I had to stop for the night.
There it was in the link list:
"Edit page; you'll do well"
And I was thinking to myselfThis could be Heaven or this could be Hell!
Then it lit up the quickbar
And it showed me the way.
There were pages begging clean-up;
I thought I heard them say-ay:

Welcome to the Hotel WikipediaSuch a lovely place (Such a lovely place)So much empty space...Plenty of work at the Hotel WikipediaAny time of yearYou can find us here...

Many links in the PortalDisambigs won't suffice
And users said,We are all just prisoners hereOf our own device.
And in the Most Requested
The list of pages increased;
They edit it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast.
Last thing I remember,
I couldn't take any more.
I had to find the hyperlink back
to the life I had beforeRelax, said the Rambot,We are programmed to receive.You can log out any time you likeBut your work can never leave.

Welcome to the Hotel WikipediaSuch a lovely placeSo much empty spaceThey're typing it in at the Hotel WikipediaThings that you can do—Revertvandals, too—